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POEMS 



BY 



n. LADD SPENCER. 
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BOSTON : 

PHILLIPS. SAMPSON &; Co. 

1850. 



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lintered atcording to Act of Congress in lb© year 1850, by 
H.LADD SPENCER, 
[a ihe Clerk's OflSce of the District Court of the Stale cf Verraont, 



G. A. TUTTLE, PRINTETl, RUTLAND, VT. 



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HOX. DANIEL P. THOMPSON, 

AUTHOR 
OK 

THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS, &C., &C. 

THIS 
VOLUME 

IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED 
BY 

THE AUTHOR. 



PUBLISHERS' NOTE. 

The Publisliers of tliis volume think it may not be 
inappropriate for them to say that most of the poems 
which follow were written in the days of the author's 
earliest boyhood. The poem with which the collection 
commences, was composed in his twelfth year, and many 
of the others at a period little less remote. 

Boston, March 20, 1850. 



CONTENTS. 



Page 

Proem, 9 

The Deserted Domicil. . - - - H 

Niglit on tlie Mountains, - - - - 13 

A Farewell, 16 

We roved along tlie river's shore, - - 17 

Dirge, 19 

A Ballad, 21 

Farewell, thou Land of Dreams, - - 24 

Passing Away, 2G 

Isabel, 29 

Granite Hills, 31 

Song of the Desolate, . - . . 33 

A Lament, 35 

Song, 37 

My Maiden Aunt, 39 

An Epistle, 43 

Once did I wander o'er a mountain height - 46 

The Spring hath come again— the glorious Spring, 47 



8 CONTENTS. 

Ours was a lowly cot among the liills, - - 48 

A Benediction, 49 

The Dream of Life is Over, - - - - 51 

When Summer's hues Depart, - - - 63 

Canzonet, ^^ 

Shadows, - ^"^ 

Similies, ^^ 

Mutability, 61 

To , 63 

Oh! Memory cease awhile, - - - 65 

The Years, 67 

The World of Dreams, ... - 69 

" And White hands in the Distance," - - 72 

Spring, ^3 

Wo arc Brothers, 75 

Mary, 77 

An Extract, 79 

Sleighing Song, - - - - - 81 

Song of the Printer, 83 

Alone, 86 

Graziella, 87 

When I left my native Mountains, - - 89 

ITIq ******** ------ 91 

EUa, 92 

Adelo, 94 



P K E M 



With a sad ajid melancholy tone 

O'er hills and vales the night winds sweep 
O'er silent dells and mountains lone, 
And forests deep 



Away, away tlie leaflets fly — 

Emblems of the departmg year- 
Soaxing in the dun blue sky 

They disappear. 



10 PROEM. 

The flowers are dead that bloomed in Spring, 

The birds have flown the joyless vale, 
And streams, once glad, are munnuring 
A mournful tale. 



When a few more years have passed away, 

When a few more joys and griefs we 've known, 
To us will come a solemn day — 

Autumn, our own. 



11 



THE DESERTED DOMICIL. 



It stands alone, 

And sadly moan 
The night winds through the hall, 

"Wliere the ivy wreathes 

And the adder breathes, 
And the gi-ey moss decks the wall. 



It stands alone, 

And voices a:one 
Are echoing there to night, — 

And the early dead 

Return and tread 
Those halls in the pale moonlight. 



THE DESERTED DOAIICIL. 

It stands alone, 

With moss o'ergrown; 
And riieraories sad are tliere,- 

Tlie lamps are out. 

And the merry shout 
])ie<, on the solemn air. 



The long grass siglis 

Sad symphonies 
*3Iong those emblems of dceny- 

It stands alone 

Like a friendless one. 
Anil soon 'twill pass away. 



13 



NIGHT ON THE .MOUNTAINS. 



'TLs midnight on those mountains gi-ay — 
Tlio stars look from yon depths of hhie 

And music sweet the night-winds pUiy 
Amoiu>: tliose blossoms wet with dew. 

But Thought flies back to other years, 

And beauriful the Past appears. 



Alone, yet not alone ajn I. — 

The loved and lost are gathering near, 
Forms that long smce did droop and die, 

In fency, as of old appear. — 
And well known voices whisper low, 
Kind memories of Ions; ap-o. 



14 NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAINS. 

! stay, ye blessed \isions stay — 
I would not that ye should depart, 

Ye bear me to life's early day — 

Sweet is your influence on my heart, 

Ijinked is the Present with the Past — 

liong may the bright illusion last. 



15 



A FAREWELL. 



Oh, gently flow 
Where violets blow, 

Thou wild, enchanting river, 
I 've listened long 
To thy sweet song. 

But now farewell forever. 



The purple hells 

In mossy dells 
In spring-time bloom, sweet river. 

And on thy breast 

With wavelets drest. 
The sunbeams lightly quiver. 



16 A FAREWELL. 

But by thy side 

At eventide 
As in days passed forever, 

It may not be 

To roam by thee, 
My own, my mountain river. 



Yet, gently flow 
Where violets blow, 

Tliou wild, enchanting river, 
'Tis not for me 
To dwell by thee,— 

Farewell, farewell forever. 



17 



WE ROVED ALONG THE lUVER'S SHORE. 



Wc roved along the river's shore, 
And left our footprints in the sand, 

And days departed pondered o'er, 
As there we wandered hand in hand. 



We gazed upon the waters bright 

And dreamed more dreams tlian I may tell, 
Of joys long lost in sorrow's night — 

Of childhood haunts we loved so well. 



18 WE ROVED ALONG THE RIVEIl's SHORE. 

We roved along the river's shore, 

Our cheeks by the cool breezes fanned — 

Our footprints there are seen no more — 
Om- names are blotted from the sand. 

Oh will the memory so depart, 
Of those unclouded days of yore? 

No ! friendship's fire within the heart 
WiJI burn till life is o'er. 



19 



DIRGE. 



In the cold silent grave 
A youtliful form is lying, 

O'er her wild flowers sweetly wave, 
And gentle winds are sigliing. 

A being fair and pure, 

Of brighter regions telling. 

Hath left this world unsure 
For a more abiding dwelling. 



20 



DIRGE. 



And fai*. far above 

This world of pain and sorrow, 
In regions fraught with love, 

^"^.liere grief conies not with the ihoitow 



In realms of endless light, 

Where friends are parted never. 

Where naught our hopes can hiigh 
8he has gone to dwell forever. 



'T is well she passed away 

Wliile hope and love were blooming. 
ICre slie saw her joys decay. 

Or clouds the future irloonJ■inL^ 



^^ e know slie is happy now, 
And will h.appy be forever, 

Tiiat heart may feel the pangs of wo 
Never, oh never. 



21 



A BALLAD. 



Oh Jes:^ie 'noatli this willow tivo 

Lot lis repose awliilo. 
And with a son<^ of oldeii time 

The .«Tiiiset hour beguile. 

Lord rtonald'ri Intrj castle stood 
Beside tlie sparkling Rhine. 

And with retainers brave and good 
Lord Eohald quaffad his wine. 



22 A BALLAD. 

A bold and fearless knight was he, 
And with the sword and lance. 

He ne'er had yet an equal met 
In all the wars of France. 



Lord Ronald raised his cup on high, 
The revellers held their breath, 

And trembled as he said "I drmk. 
Defiance unto Death." 



The wine was quaffed, Lord Ronald laughed 

"In battle and in storm, 
Tliy power to me as naught hath been. 

Now come in any form." 



A chill passed o'er the revellers' hearts, 

Their lips refused to speak, 
A deathly pallor overspread 

Each dark and hardened cheek. 



A BALLAD. 

But still they quaffed the ruby wine 
And loud the beakers iiinff. 

And many a song of olden time 
Was by the revellers sung. 

And lightly flew the hours away, 
Till song and jest were o'er, 

Till Eonald's voice so bold and gay 
Was echoed there no more. 



And when the beams of morning thro' 
Lord Ronald's hall were shed, 

All, all was silent there, for aye, 
The revellers were dead. 



24 



FAFvEWELL THOU LAND OF DREA!>IS. 



Farewell, farewell thuu land of DreamS: 
"WTiere Youth and I together dwelt ; 

Could I, where flow those mystic strearas 
But feel once more as I have felt. 

Could I those wandering streams beside 
But dream life's tranquil hours away ; 

Could I, at noon and eventide 
Here roam, as in life's early day. 



FAREWELL THOU LAND OF DREAMS. 25 

Farewell, farewell, thou land of Dreams, 
The Dreamer sighs his last adieu : 

Mountains and vales and murmuring streams, 
Scenes which my early childhood knew, 

Fond memory oft will turn to trace 
The haunts of my unclouded hours ; 

When this heai-t was Hope's dwelling place 
And all Life's paths were strewed with flowers. 



26 



PASSING AWAY. 



'T is sung by the bee 

In the flowery dell, 
*T is proclaimed by tbo deep toned 

Sabbath beU. 



'T is lisped by the pale leaves 
When Autumn is gray, 

Passing away, 
Passing away. 



PASSING AWAY. 27 

The streams that flow 

Down the mountains steep, 
The flowers that blow 

In the valleys deep. 

The birds that sing 

On the bloomy spray, 
All tell lis, that we are 

Passing away. 



And the stars that beam 
In yon distant skies, 

So sweet we dream, 

They are angel eyes, 



And the clouds that over 
The mountains play, 

Breathe sadly and softly 
Passing away. 



28 PASSING AWAY. 

And there are voices 
Low and still, 

That do the heart's 

Wild throbhings quell 



For they whisper — " yc 

Til a happier day, 
May meet with those 

Who have passed away." 



29 



ISABEL. 



The night wind sigheth 
Where Isabel lieth, 
The willow droopeth 
Above her head ; 

And the rose-bush stoopeth 
Where Isabel lieth, 
As if to kiss her in her cold bed. 



80 ISABEL. 



The tear drop falletli, 
For memory calleth 

Tlie loved and cherislied 



To US again ; 



But she hath perished, 
And low she lieth, 
Far from this cold world's blight and pain. 



31 



GRANITE HILLS. 



Farewell, farewell, ye Grani^ Hills, 

That tower majestic proud and high, 
Farewell, farewell, ye mountain rills. 

That answer to the wind's low sigh ; 
Farewell, ye skies so deep and blue, 

Ye white clouds floating gaily there, 
Farewell ye hearts so warm and true, 

Whose friendship I am proud to share. 



32 GRANITE HILLS. 

Fai-ewell ye rivers deep and clear, 

Entranced I've watched your silver tide, 
Farewell ye elms that proudly rear 

Your branches by the mountain side, 
Farewell thou lake whose v/aters blue 

My fragile boat did safely bear, 
Farewell ye hearts so warm and true 

Whose friendship I am proud to share. 



Farewell, a last, a fond farewell, 

To hill and vallej^, rock, and grove, 
I've loved you all, I've loved you well 

And ye have all repaid my love ; 
Oft in my dreams may I review 

Those scenes so beautiful, so fair — 
Farewell, ye hearts so warm and true, 

Whose friendship I am proud to share. 



33 



SONO OF THE DESOLATE 



Low burns the lamp, 
Soon 't will expire, 
Dim shadows are gathering near. 
The night air is damp, 
We have no fii*e, 
What desolation is here. 

Pale grows the cheek, 
Faintly the heart 
Beats like a muffled drum, 
Vain 't were to speak 

Of the joys that depart, 
Or the griefs that in legions come. 



34 



SONG OF TUE DESOLATE. 



Faintly the blast 

Tlirougli the casement sighs, 
Like the voice of the early dead, 
And the shadows cast 
Before our eyes, 
Like the pall o'er our bright hopes spread. 

Oh, how have we lived, 
And how have bled, 
And how have suffered below, 
And how have we grieved 
O'er visions fled, 
Yet doomed no solace to know. 



Low burns the lamp, 
Soon 't will expire, 
Dim shadows are gathering near, 
The night air is damp, 
"We have no fii-e, 
What desolation is here. 



35 



A LAMENT. 



The lamp of Life is growing dim, 

The golden howl is well nigh broken, 
And soon, alas, too soon, each token 
That might remind the world of him, 
Will pass away, and he no more 
Will tread with us this barren shore. 

The eye that once so brightly shone, 
Is sunken now and faded, 
And the brow by dark locks shaded, 
Is pale and cold, and far is flown, 
The happy laugh, the cheerful smile, 
That did long since our griefs beguile. 



\ 



) A LAMENT. 

And we must quickly part with him, 

Who shared with us our humble dwelling. 
And with grief oiu' hearts ai*e swelling, 
And our eyes with tears are dim, 
For our hopes all centered were 
In him, who leaves us to despair. 



37 



SONG. 



Not a leaf oa the tree, not a flower in the wildwood, 
"SVhere so often we roved in the glad days of childhood, 
Not a bird on the bough that bends over the stream, 
That danced in the spring 'neath the sun's mellow beam. 

The loaves that were green when the summer was here, 
'Neath the cold blast of autumn are withered and sere, 
And the calm azure depths of the clear summer skies, 
No more meets the gaze of our sorrowing eyes. 



38 SONG. 

Not a leaf on the tree, not a flower in the vale. 
How cold and how chill is the r.utumnal gale, 
But we'll heed not the chano;es that follow so fast, 
In our hearts the sweet summer forever will last. 



39 



MY MAIDEN AUNT. 



My Maiden Aunt ! I speak of her 

Witli reverence, for slie 
Is always gentle, always kind 

Especially to me. 

I will not tell lier age, for that 
Might cause her to forget 

To welcome me when next I call — 
Her name is Maroraret. 



40 MY MAIDEN AUNT. 

She is — but I can never tell 
Her virtues — she is one 

Who prayeth well and worketh well 
For all beneath the sun. 



She is the friend of Sorrow's child, 
The poo'* can but rejoice 

"Whene'er they hear the gentle tones 
Of my aunt Margaret's voice. 



She coutribute her little mite 

To send the gospel forth, 
And prays that soon it may be taught 

To every soul on earth. 



But she is old ! (forgive me Arnit) 

I do not mean to say 
Her cheek hath lost its youthful bloom, 

Or that her hair is gray. 



MY MAIDEN AUNT. 41 

For were her cheek a little pale, 

Her hair as white as snow, 
You know B. 3Iaiden Aunt would think 

It wrong to sai/ 'twere so. 

My Maiden Aunt! 'twas she who o'er 

My infant cradle bent. 
And to each tone and motion vaonie 

o 

A graver meaning lent. 



*T was she that wreathed my brow with flowers 

That in the thicket sprung, 
And bade me listen to the notes 

The forest minstrels sung. 



'Twas she who taught me first to read, ^ 

From her I learned to pray, 
'Twas she that bade me ne'er to roam 

In Error's paths away. 4 



42 MY MAIDEN AUNT. 

My Maiden Aunt 1 Heaven bless her heart 
And strew her path with flowers, 

There are few Aunts like Maiden Aunts 
In this great world of ours. 



43 



AN EPISTLE. 



In eighteen himdred forty-nine, 
('Twas near the davm of 'fifty) 

The Engine like a demon rushed 
Down by our village thrifty. 



There was a great commotion when 
With shriek and roar and rattle 

It darted swift as lightning by 
The flying geese — and cattle. 



44 AN EPISTLE. 

The lawyer dropped his book and ran, 

Forgetful of his case, 
The doctor laid aside his pills, 

And started on the chase. 



The merchant left his customer, 
And rushing to the door, 

He gazed ahout as if he ne'er 
Had seen the world before. 



And our good parson as he mused 

In quietness at home, 
Lifted his voice, and cried " the day, 

The judgement day has come." 



There was a great commotion too 
Among the children small, 

They lifted up their voices in 
One "simultaneous" squall. 



AN EPISTLE. , 45 

Around tlie Depot gathered crowds 

Of people, young and old, 
And some appeared exceeding hot^ 

Although the day was cold. 



It was a glorious, glorious day 
When the Engine came along. 

And the wise ones of our village say 
'Twill be remembered long. 



46 



SONNET I. 



Once did I wander o'er a momitain height 
When Natm-e, Spring's sweet smiling aspect wore ; 
And gazing down upon the vale before, 

A scene all clothed in beauty met my sight 

A gentle river there was glancing bright, 

And o'er its banks the beech and willow hung, 
And lightly in the breeze their branches swung, 
Casting fantastic shadows by its side. 
0, scene of beauty, I enraptured cried, 
As yon bright stream may life's fleet moments glide ; 

Passing so gently on its quiet way 

Kissing the flowers that on its borders grow 
Meeting new beauties in its onward flow 

So may I pass life's calm unclouded day. 



47 



SONNET II. 



The Spring hath come again— the glorious Spring, 

And faery tones are floating on the breeze ; 
Flowers in the vale their leaves are opening, 

And crimson buds are swelling on the trees. 

The sky is blue, and oh ! the sun's bright beams 
To hill and vale a golden hue bestow 

The river murmurs like a voice of dreams 
As thro' the vale its crystal waters flow. 
I love the Spring — I love those valleys green — 

Those sweet wild flowers that in the forest grow ; 
For beauty hovers o'er each rural scene 

And many a charm to nature doth bestow j 
Year follows year ; still nature yields her store — 
But life's sweet Spring returneth — nevei-more. 



48 



SONNET III. 



Ours was a lowly cot among the hills, 

Where noise and tumult never yet were known, 
With gray old moss the roof was all o'ergrown; 
And many a vine around the windows low, 
In wild luxuriance was wont to gTow ; 
And violets blue — and golden daffodills 

With their sweet breath, perfumed the mountain air. 
Without one thought of future joy or care , 
Those summer houi's departed — for to see 
Eai-th clothed in beauty was a joy to me. 
Beyond expression. Like the stream 
That no obstruction meets — or like a dream 
The days and years sped on. But change hath come, 
Lonely I wander, far, oh, far from home. 



49 



A BENEDICTION. 



God be with thee ! gentle being — 
May thy path v/ith flowers be spread ; 

May He, who is all, all seeing, 
Shower his blessings on thy head. 



God be with thee ! lightly, lightly 
May life's rosy hours depart, 

May those eyes e'er beam as brightly, 
E'er as gladly beat thy heart. 



60 A BENEDICTION. 

God be with thee ! may Hope ever 
Shed her brightness round thy way; 

From the paths of Virtue, never 
May thy footsteps idly stray. 



/ God be with thee ! gentle being, 
• When the hour of death is come, 
May He who is all, all seeing, 
Take thee to his heavenly home. 



61 



THE DREAM OF LIFE IS OVER. 



THe dream of life is over ! 

Lay "her down to rest, 
WTicre the snow-wliite clover 

May blossom on lier breast. 



We have loved her ever — 

Our only hope and pride — 

Alas, that death should sever 
Our darlino; from our side. 



52 THE DREAM Off LIFE IS OYEfi. 

The dream of life is over ! 

And all our tears are vain — • 
How could we clioose but love her- 

But wish her hack again ? 



The days are dai-k and lonely 

That once were bright and fair, 

For she — our hope — our only — 
Hath left us to despair. 



53 



WHEN SUMMER'S HUES DEPART. 



When Summer's hues depart 

And Autumn's days draw near, 
Old memories thrill the heart 
And faded forms appear. 

The flowers, 

The bowers, 

The golden hours. 
The hours that flew so lightly, 

The eyes, 

The dyes 

Of sunset skies, 
The hearts that heat so lightly, 



54 



When Summer's hues depart, 
And Autumn's tints appear, 

Old memories thrill the heart, 
And wake affection's tear. 



When solemn night descends 
O'er silent vale and river, 
When day with evening blends, 
And Autumn's pale leaves quiver, 
Then flee 
TTo me, 
The forms that \ve 
So loved in days depaited; 
With jest 
And song, 
The happy throng 
With which life's toils we started; 
When Summer's hues depart. 

And Autumn's days draw near, 
Old memories thrill the heart, 
And faded forms appear. 



o'o 



CANZONET. 



Life to thee is dark and dreary, 

Anguisli reigns witliin thy breast ; 
Thou ai-t lonely, sad and weaiy, 
Seekest thou a place of rest ? 
A refuge is found, 
Low in the ground, 
For the heart by sorrow oppress'd. 



56 CAITOONET. 

Trayeler, lonely and forsaken, 

Yield tliou not to fell despair ; 
Prospects bright for tliee awaken— 
Heaven I thy resting place js there. 
Awhile wilt thou sleep , 
In the grave so deep, 
But, waking, Heaven's bright glories share. 



57 



SHADOWS. 



Shadows on the ceiling, 
Shadows on the floor, 

Shadows where no shadows were 
In the days of Yore. 



Shadows in the window, 
Shadows in the hall. 

Shadows where the sunbeams- 
Used to- brighten all. 
5 



58 SHADOWS. 

Shadows on tlie river, 

That so gaily flowed, 

Sparkling in the sunbeams 
By the winding road. 

Shadows in the meadow, 
Shadows in the vale, 

Where the blue-eyed violet blooms, 
And the lily pale. 



Shadows, shadows everywhere, 
That may ne'er depart, 

But the deepest shadow lies 
On the ajdhing heart. 



59 



SIMILIES. 



The winds sigh round the mountain height, 
Where the snow is deep and white, 
There, the violets, opening 
Their bright petals, hailed the Spring, 
Long ago. 

There the birds their matins smig — 
There the wild arbutus sprung — 
There by shower and sunshine nursed, 
Buds and blossoms opened first, 

Long ago. 



CO SIMILIES. 

!^ ", around this heart of mine 
Cliildhood's dreams no longer twine, 
And the hopes v.e fondly cherished, 
Like those hlossoms, faded, perished, 
Long ago. 



61 



MUTABILITY. 



The cherislied ones of earth have passed 

Away ; it is a fearful blow ; 
And o'er our hearts a shade is rast, 

Which few may ever kiio,? ; — 
But all our sighs Lnd tea's arc vain — 
The lest may ne'er retm']i again. 

The hopes we nursed in early years 

All withered, as the flowers 
That ' neath the heama of May sprung up 

Kefreshed by April showers ; 
But oh, to sigh for those were vain — 
For childhood's hopes come not again. 



62 MUTABILITY 

Decay is traced on all we see ; 

Where'er we turn our eyes, 
The beautiful are fading, 

As fade the sunset skies ; 
We look for those loved forms in vain, 
For blighted hopes bloom not again. 



63 



TO 



They who sow and they who reap, 
When the sun is shining bright, 

Little think of those who keep 

Vigils o'er their fields at night. 



Forms that have for ages slept 

In the grave so dark and cold, 

Rise, when fades away the light, 
And thei]* ghostly revels hold. 



64 TO 

Winds thro' forest branches sighing, 
May not their sad tones repeat ; 

And the faded leaves, low lying, 
Rustle not beneath their feet. 



They who sow and they who reap, 
When the sun is shinmg bright. 

Little think of those who keep 

Vigils, o'er their fields at night. 



65 



OH! MEMORY CEASE AWHILE. 



Oh ! Memory cease awhile, 

Let the Past be all forgot ; 
Recall nor frown nor smile, 

And oh, remmd us not 
Of the bright hopes and dreams 

We cherished long ago : 
More bright the Past, more bitter seems 

Our present care and wo. 



66 OH, MEMORY CEASE AWHILE. 

Oh, Memory o'er the Past 

We pray no longer brood, 
Our spirits are downcast, 

We long for solitude ; 
Blot, blot each gentle look 

That friendsiiip ever wore ; 
Close thy once treasured book 

And let us road no more. 



67 



THE YEARS. 



Oh, where will be the birds that sing, 
When a hundred years are flown? 
The sweet flowers that are blossoming, 
When a hundred years are gone ? 
The happy child, 
The spirit wild, 
The silvery tone 
Of some loved one. 
Oh, where will be the spirit free 
And the smiles of love that now we see, 
Wlien a hundred years are gone. 

And who will know where we have dwelt, 
When a hundred years have flown ? 



THE YEARS. 68 

What thrills of grief and joy we've felt, 
When a hundred years are gone ? 
Our smiles and tears, 
Our hopes and fears, 
Our hours of gi'ief, 
Of pleasure brief; 
Oh, vrho will note our smiles and tears, 
Our joys and griefs, our hopes and fears. 
When a hundred years are flown ? 

Our graves will all forgotten be 

When a hundred years are flown ; 
No one will think of you or me, 
When a hundred years are gone ; 
And our bright dreams, 
Like summer beams, 
Will all decay 
And pass away ; 
And this gay world will busy be, 
And give no thought to you or me, 
When a hundred vears ai'C flown. 



69 



THE WORLD OF DREAMS. 



Far fai' away from tins world of Care 

"VVliere tlie lieart may never joyless be ; 
Where leaves are green and slxics are fair 

And life from sorrow is ever free, 
Is a world of never ending bliss, 

A world that with beauty forever tecDis; 
Oh, how unlike that world and this — 

This world of Sorrov7— that world of Dreams. 



70 THE WORLD OF DREAMS. 

The living there with the faded meet. 

And parted souls together stray : 
And moments depart as shadows fleet, 

In that world of love, fai', far away ; 
Along through deep and shadowy groves. 

And by the side of murmuring streams, 
At twilight dims, my spirit roves, 

In that distant world, that world of Dreams. 



And not alone, oh, not alone, 

Congenial spirits are there with mine ; 
Spirits long since from my presence gone, 

To a world unknown to the blight of Time; 
The faded cheek is rosy there. 

And the dim eye bright as the summer beams. 
And a youthful hue do all things wear, 

In that world of Bliss, that world of Dreams. 



Oh, when long cherished hopes depart, 
And the joys of earth neglected lie ; 



THE WORLD OF DREAMS. 71 

When sorrow's pangs invade the heart. 
And loved ones fade, and droop, and .dit', 

Away, away, to the world of Dreams 
My stricken spirit for solace flies, 

And 'mong those vales and murmuring streams, 
Enjoys the sweets of Paradise. 



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" And white hands in the dlstaace, 
And beckoning to the unknown country, f.ir away." 



Flowers liavo faded In the valley — 
Leaves have fallen from the tree ; 

Birds that filled with song the woodland, 
Now arc singing o'er the sea. 

Voice? that were filled with gladness, 
Now are silent all, and still ; 

And teardrops of profoundest sadness, 
Do the mourner's eyelids fill. 

Weep not — weep not — the departed 
Look upon us from above ; 

And are waiting to embrace us 
In the Land of Light and Love. 



SPRING. 



The Spring is coming, coming, coming, 

The Spring is coming again ; 
The bee in the valley is humming, humming, 

The sun shines warm thro' the window pane. 
The huds are swelling, swelling, swelling, 

The buds are swelling on every tree ; 

And round our dwelling the birds are telling 

How fair the leaves and flowers will be. 
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74 SPKING. 

Spring is coming, coming, coming, 

The snow is melting on the hill ; 
Violets in the glen upspringing — 

Adder-tongues beside the rill. 
Sounds of gladness, gladness, gladness, 

Now are echoing far and near ; 
Dispelling every shade of sadness, 

For the Queen of Spring is here. 



75 



WE ARE BROTHERS. 



We are brothers — we are brothers — 

To one goal our footsteps tend — 
Then, as thro' life's paths we wander, 

Let us be each other's friend. 
What though tempests dark assail us ? 

What though rugged is our path ? 
Our brave hearts will never fail us, — 

Heedless of the tempest's wrath. 



WE ARE BKOTIIERS. 

Vre are brothers — we are brothers — 

Wanderers in this world of care ; 
Many, many are our sorrows, 

Yet we never will despair. 
We will hope and hope forever 

For a brighter, sunnier day ; 
AVhen the clouds that round us gather. 

All will melt and pass away. 

We are brothers — we are brothers — 

Pilgrim wanderers are we here ; 
.Let us then with words of gladness, 

Strive our lonely path to cheer. 
One bright star is ever shining, 

In the sky, our pathway o'er ; 
And that stai- knows no declining— 

Hope's bright star beams evermore. 



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MAKY 



It is a bitter winter nio;lit, 
The sky is clear the stars are bright, 
And ghastly in their silver light, 
The stone that marks the holy place, 
Where, Mary of the radiant face, 
Sleeps quietly in Deatli's embrace. 



MART. 



Pale flowrets all about her bloomed, 
And every wandering breeze perfumed, 
"When first we laid ber down to rest, 
And pildd tbe eartb upon her breast ; 
But coldly now tbe nortb winds blow, 
Over tbe deepening drifts of snow, 
And sadder grow our hearts the while. 
Unblest by lier angelic smile. 



•The grave is deep I culm is licr sleep 1 
Why should we o'er her aslies weep ? 
Off from her unsullied brow. 
The raven hair has fallen now ; 
Her cheek with dust is mingling, and 
How pale and cold her lily baud ! 
Alas, alas that Death should tear 
The loved one from our arms, and bear 
Her to the grave to moulder there. 



AN EXTRACT. 



Waterfall ! majestic ! proud I 
Thundering as the tempest loud I 
Shades from the unforgotten Past, 
Through thy mists are fleeting fast. 

The loved, the lost, the young, the gay: 
Smiling as when they passed away — 
The aged, and the sad and cold, 
Mournful as in the days of old — 
To memory dost thou recall. 
Bright magic mirror ! Waterfall I 



80 AN EXTRACT. 

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The fc^hades that hover o'er the past 
As I gaze on thee, aside are cast. 
And the joyous light of departed years, 
Tn thee, oh Waterfall, appears. 



81 



SLEIGHING SONG 



Avraj o'or tlic snow how swiftly wc go. 

xVway o'er the snow go we ; 
With the singing belles and the ringing ivkll3, 

Oh, wmter's the time for mc. 
The stars shine bright in the upjier air, 

Whore the white clouds wander slow. 
But we look not ahove for the stars that aro there, 

The briditcst arc bcamini!; below. 



Si SLBIOIIIKG SONG. 

Away o'er the snow how swiftly we go, 

Away o'er the snow go we ; 
No intruder is nigh with a curiona eye. 

And the " old folks" cannot see 
How we jest and sing while the sleigh bells ring, 

So merrily on the air ; 
Then lot us forget each sorrowing thouglitv 
I And banish each shade of care. 



THE SONG OF THE PRINTER. 



The Printer bends o'er his case, 

His brow is wrinkled with care ; 
And his heart gi'ows sick and liis voice grows lliick- 

As he sings the Song of Despair; 



Type I type ! type I 
Oh, happy am I to know, 

>Iy life is not a type of all 
The lives men load below. 



84 THE SONG OF TUE PRINTER. 

From d'dwn. till late at night, 
I stand in this lonely room, 

And columns I set but who will set 
A column o'er my tomb ? 



Oh, little they think, who read 
The papers day by day, 

Of that which racks the Printer's frame. 
And wastes his form away. 



Type I type ! type ! 
Oh, happy am I to know, 

I^Iy life is not a type of all 
The lives men lead below. 



Oh ! for a walk in the fields I 
Oh I for a glance at the flowers I 

Oh I for the singing birds I 
Oh I for life's " happy hours I" 



THE PONG OF THE PRINTER. 85 

Oh ! for the tones of love, 
The voices soft and low, 

That fell so sweetly on my ear 
In th' days of long ago. 

The Printer bent o'er his case, 

His brow was wrinkled with care. 
And his heai't grew sick and his voice grew thick, 

As he sung the Song of Despair. 



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ALONE. 



Alone, alone, 

Unloved, unknown, 
I roamed the world till she was mine, 
Till she.thc gentle Isabel, whose thoughts were all divine, 

Consented to be mine. 

And then no more, 

I wandered o'er 
The world, for happiness I found 
In a sweet cot which high hills did surround, 

For there did love abound. 

Alone, alone, 

Unloved, unknown, 
Praying for death — Life's cheerless path I tread, 
For she, the gentle Isabel, is sleeping with the Dead, 

Is Bleeping with the Dead. 



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GHAZIELLA. 



She dwelt beside the silver stream. 

That murmurs through the dell ; 
Her life was like a pleasant dream, 

That no harsh sounds dispel ; 
Like the wild rose that buds and blooms 

Some unknown path beside, 
Or like the star that first illumea 

The sky, at eventide. 



88 GRAZIELLA. 

She lived — she died — *no solemn bell 

Proclaimed her spirit free ; 
But lonely is that silent dell. 

And sorrow dwells with me. — 
Like the wild rose that buds and l)loonif 

Some unknown path beside, 
And fades, unseen by mortal eye, 

So lived she, so she died. 



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WHEN I LEFT MY NATIVE MOUNTAINS. 



When I left my native mountains, 
Fast the tears of sorrow fell ; 

For my cot among those mountains, 
Dearer was than tongue may tell. 

Murmuiing brooks and sparkling fountains- 
Violets blooming in the dell — 

They my teachers — 'mong those mountains 
Long I hoped in peace to dwell. 



90 WHEN I LEFT MY NATIVE MOUNTAINS. 

Wten I left my native mountains, 

Fancy left me — and the spell 
Of the dreamy days of childhood, 

Melted with the last farewell ; 
Still I hear those brooks and fountains, 

Murmuring in the shaded dell ; 
Still among my native mountains, 

I in dreams delight to dwell. 



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Basest of the human race — 

Thou of the envenomed tongue ! 
Thou art like some nauseous weed, 

Springing up fan- flowers among. 
Virtue flieth from thy path — 

Beauty withers in thy sight. 
Thou delightest, in thy wrath, 

Innocence to crown with hlight. 
Keepest thou a record of 

The hearts by thy vile slanders wiTing? 
Basest of the human race — 

Thou of the envenomed tononie. 



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ELLA. 



To one more fair than aught beside, 
To one who soon will be a bride, 
I fill this cup with ruby wine, 
And tiiank the donor and the vine. 

Farewell, farewell, oh Ella fair, 
Farewell' to thee and tliine. 

Weeping, I fill this goblet up, 
Weeping, I quaff the wine. 



ELLA. 93 

I mind me of a pleasant clay 
That glided like a dream away, 
When thou wert by my side, my love, 
And vowed to be my bride, my love ; 

Farewell, farewell, oh Ella fair, 
Farewell to thee and thine, 

Weeping I fill this goblet up, 
Weeping, I quaff the wine, 

Oh, falser than the winds that blow 
When autumn's loaves are pale and low, 
Are woman's vows and woman's heart, 
But wine a solace may impart. 

Farewell, farewell oh Ella fair, 
Farewell to thee and thine ; 

Dreaming, I fill this goblet up, 
Dreaming, I quaff the wine. 



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ADELE. 



There is grandeur in thy air, 

Adele, Adole, 
There ai'e jewels in tliy hair, 

Adele ; 
Golden bracelets on thy arms, 

Adele, Adele, 
Lovers whisper of thy charms, 

Adele. 



ADELE. 

Dark as raven's wing, thy hair, 

Adele, Adele, 
And thy cheek is fresh and fair, 

Adele ; 
Graceful are thy motions, all, 

Adele, Adele, 
Light as fairy's, thy foot fall, 

Adele. 
Cupid launches many a dart 

From thine eye, Adele, 
But thine is not a woman's heart, 

Adele, 



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